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Polychromatic by HarryPotter is my LIFE
Chapter 71 : You Don't Remember Who You're Talking To
 
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If you're down and confused
And you don't remember who you're talking to,
Concentration slips away
-Stephen Stills


It seemed to be that Sirius and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Which we most certainly couldn’t. Perhaps it was the pent up sexual energy (on Sirius’ part - from the whole year that we weren’t together,) and some crazy sex drive (on my part - Sirius declared that I was as sex-obsessed as a bloke.)

Either way, it resulted in me being pregnant. Again.

Bloody hell! Not this all over again!


It was the beginning of November when we found out. This time, the big upset didn’t occur. (Neither on the part of my parents, nor Jason, nor myself.) In fact, the biggest reason that I was upset was because I would no longer be able to lend my combat efforts to the Order - something I’d grown quite fond of over the half-a-year or so that I hadn’t been pregnant.

However, the news of the new baby coincided with the death of Mr. Potter. It was a very split mood, especially with James.

But by the time Aldan celebrated his first birthday, the mood had returned to normal. (Well, as normal as it was with us.) It was hard to believe that the cooing baby in front of me (with already-long black hair and wide, bright grey eyes) was a slimy, red mess only a year before.

Also by that time, I was three months away from baby number two, and Lily and James’ Harry was over half a year old.
               
In June, I went into labour. Once again, we gathered the whole crew. However, when Sirius went to collect Peter, he was conspicuously absent. We didn’t think too much of it . . . Various members of our group disappeared for unknown reasons at unknown times.

The second baby came out much easier than the first . . . Probably do in part to the fact that I wasn’t trying to shove it back in this time. He practically popped into the healer’s hands; I left the naming up to Sirius (again - he’d named Aldan, as well,) and we later declared him to be William John.

By July, I was back on call with the Order. This time around, Sirius and I were in it together - the kids went to stay with Grandma and Grandpa when we had to go. A year previous, Voldemort had been a force so terrifying that people called him ‘You-Know-Who.’ Now, most people were afraid to speak of him at all.       

After Sirius gave me the little ‘pep talk’ back when Harry was born, I became engrossed in the Order with one goal: To make it safe and easy for people to have fun again.

Even I was surprised at my own perseverance in something that benefited people besides myself and my close friends. But it was a positive change in me; I learned that one can be selfless and selfish at the same time.

Voldemort’s ugly faced splashed headlines of Wizarding Newspapers around the U.K. everyday, and often in other countries, as well. Chilling stories were written about him in Muggle newspapers, as well, but no shots of his inhuman character were ever leaked to the unknowing people.

And - though it should have been a fun time for everyone - August was a disaster. However, it wasn’t just a normal disaster. It was the disaster. The disaster of disasters.

A feud broke out between the Marauders.

It began one Friday at the beginning of the month. Remus had just returned from a mission, and he’d come to crash at our place, still without his own.

“Hello, Black plus Xanthis family!”

“Remus!”

He’d walked in through our front door and I stuck my head around the doorway into the kitchen, where I was mixing brownie mix. (With no intentions of baking it - it was simply for munching purposes.)

“Sirius here?” he asked, walking into the kitchen and scooping a finger into the chocolaty delicious mix I made.

I shook my head. “Nope. He’s actually at the store . . . Do me a favour - could you put Aldan in his chair and give him his spoon full of this?”

Remus set Aldan (who’d been playing with pots and spoons on the floor) in his highchair. “Does that have eggs in it?”

“Yeah, why?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You are the dumbest person ever.”

“Thank you ” I smiled. “Fine, do you want to make some more mix without eggs to give to him?”

“Sure.” Remus went over to the cupboard, pulled out some chocolate, some sugar and all the others things one would need to make brownies. In this household, we memorized recipes for such things.
           
Sirius walked in perhaps fifteen minutes later, while Remus was arguing with Aldan. The little kid had refused to eat the brownie mix, so the big kid threw some at him, starting a total food fight. It was a little silly of Remus to argue with Aldan (not even a year-and-a-half old, and knowing only two words good for arguing: no and dumbarse,) but that never stopped any of us from doing things.

“You!” Sirius spat. Without any prior warning or justification, Sirius leapt through the back door and pinned Remus against the kitchen wall.

I brushed it off as a silly game and went out to the back garden to retrieve the shopping bags that Sirius had left.

When I came back in, Sirius had his wand against Remus’ throat. The angry look on his face (complimented by the mildly terrified one on Remus’ face) made me realize that this was no game.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” I dropped the bags, ran up to the pair and pulled them apart. I smacked Sirius on the back of the head. “What is wrong with you ?”

“He’s the one!”

“. . . Yes, that’s Remus. Now, tell me why you’re threatening his life,” I slowly requested. Sirius didn’t seem to be thinking straight, and the best way to talk to a not-all-there person is to speak slowly.

“He’s the traitor that’s been passing information to Voldemort!” Sirius whispered harshly.

I stared blankly at the fuming Sirius. Perhaps, at his height and girth, he should have seemed intimidating; luckily, that lovable little bear never caused me to shy away.

“The hell he did!” I contradicted.

“Oh yeah?” I was surprised that his eyes didn’t begin to expel steam. He was pushing roughly against the relatively weak barrier that I created with myself. “Well then how come we found this in Pete’s house?”

Sirius whipped something out of his pocket and held it up. I couldn’t exactly tell what it was. I sighed. “Well, how about we move to the sitting room before you try and blast Remus’ head off so it doesn’t go the wrong way and hit one of the kids.”

Sirius looked around the room, and upon seeing Aldan and William sitting idly in their chairs, moved the brawl into the other room. “Look!” he cried, thrusting the thing into my hands.

It was a torn piece of black fabric.

“And what the hell does this have to do with you attempting to pummel Remus to his death?”
“Look1” he marched over to Remus, roughly grabbed the sweatshirt he was wearing and held the piece of fabric up to a hole in Remus’ sweatshirt.

I raised my eyebrows at Sirius and Remus glared. “And this suddenly means that he’s passing information to Voldemort?”

“He kidnapped Peter!" Sirius exclaimed, looking at me like he didn’t believe I couldn’t see Remus as the bad guy. “That’s why we haven’t heard from him! Remus lost this in the struggle!”

I shook my head. “Who put this fucked up idea in your head?”

“McLaggen.”

“You listened to that dill hole?”

“I listen to any dill hole that makes sense.”

I shook my head again and shoved Sirius down on the couch. “What I would like to know is how that wanker convinced you to think your best mate is the bad guy.”

“It just fits,” Sirius said, defending himself. “I mean - he’s always gone on ‘Order business?’ What’s up with that, huh?”

I looked at the idiot strangely. He’s got to be kidding me.

“You are, too ” I pointed out.

“Well, how come he can’t tell us about it? We tell him!”

“Well, maybe it’s because I think you’re the traitor!” It was the first time that Remus had spoken through the whole argument, and it really made me want to say, ‘What the fuck?!’

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s be reasonable here, boys. You are the Marauders, are you not? Remember that oath you all took . . . Perhaps you should have had it written in stone that you are not allowed to be complete fuck heads to each other! Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now! ” I couldn’t take it. I exploded. The most important thing to me in the world was my mates, even if they were completely stupid buffoons.

But what I couldn’t for the life of me understand was what made those loving boys so hostile to each other.

Sirius and Remus said nothing. Just sat stiffly on the couch and turned angrily to the side.

“I’m leaving,” Remus declared stuffily.

“Don’t do that,” I urged.

“No. You should leave my house,” Sirius agreed.

“Hey! It’s my house, too!” I yelled angrily.

However, the angry, feuding boys paid no attention to me. Sirius glared at his ex-best mate as he left out house in a huff.

As soon as Remus slammed the front door behind him, I slapped Sirius in the back of the head. “What the hell!”

“You want that in our house!?”

I hit him again.

“Stop doing that!" he protested.

“I’ll stop hitting you when you stop being an idiot!”

“Well, you’re going to be hitting me for a long time, then,” Sirius drawled.

“Oh, I certainly will.”

I glared at Sirius. He glared at me.

A clatter in the kitchen made me remember the two unsupervised kids. But, as they were sitting in their chairs, I ignored it.

“You are so dumb,” I remarked. “Now, I better get to Lily and James before you do . . . Keep an eye on the kids.”

With that, I got up, hit him once again for good measure before leaving and Apparating to the Potter mansion, where Lily and James now lived all alone with Harry.

It was sad, really. After Mr. Potter had died, they couldn’t bear to leave the estate, so all plans of buying a nice, small home in Godric’s Hollow were put on hold.

I rarely arrived at the house in such a sour mood; I was usually in a happy mood when I got to visit them. However, I had an unpleasant reason for being there, this time.

Lily answered the door when I rung the bell. James wasn’t home; that wasn’t good.

I explained to her the problem with our dumbarse friends. She was on my side immediately. We knew poor James would probably go mad trying to choose a side.     

“Try to keep some sense in that boy,” I reminded her as I stepped out the door.

When I got home, Sirius was eating dinner. I sat next to him and began to eat his food. Then, I hit him on the back of the head. (One could easily tell that that was my favourite area of attack.)

“You are a dumbarse.”

“I stand by what I said,” he replied.

“Well I can’t back you up on this,” I told him.

He shrugged. “We’re allowed to disagree.”

“I never said we couldn’t.”

There was quite a bit of tension between us.

“I’m going to bed,” I announced. I pushed back my chair and got up and stomped away.

“Anastasia!” Sirius called after me, exasperated.

I flipped him off and continued away.

It would be a tension-filled couple of weeks. That was for sure.


A/N: Well, this certainly isn’t a fun chapter. And it’s probably my shortest in forever. So, bear with me as it sets up subsequent chapters and prepare for some fun-time with Darren’s P.O.V.  :D


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